Drabble Pair: Comforting

Title: ComfortingAuthor: badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.Rating: GWritten For: Challenge 503: Smell at tw100.Spoilers: Nada.Summary: Both Jack and Ianto are comforted by each other’s unique scent.Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.A/N: A pair of drabbles.

Soon after Jack left, Ianto had taken to sleeping in his bunker. At first, it had still smelled like Jack, but as the weeks passed Ianto became aware that the familiar scent of his vanished lover, which had comforted him through the long, lonely nights, was starting to fade. It was like losing Jack all over again.

More and more, he found himself digging through Jack’s wardrobe and dresser, seeking anything that still held a hint of fifty-first century pheromones, but before much longer the tantalising scent that was Jack had faded to nothing. The loss cut like a knife.

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Returning to the Hub after the night spent avoiding themselves, Jack made his way reluctantly to his bunker, alone. Ianto had agreed to a date, which was a start, but the young Welshman was still hurt and angry over the way Jack had left without so much as a goodbye note. Jack couldn’t blame him; he should have told Ianto that he might have to leave abruptly at some point, at least then he would have been expecting it.

Lying on his cot, a familiar smell filled Jack’s nostrils and he smiled, breathing in his Welshman’s scent. He was home.